In the gutter underbelly of the city, where power and passion collide, Eunchal, an innocent college student, finds herself entangles with the dangerous and alluring Jaeha, a ruthless mafia heir. Their relationship turns in a passionate love fueled by possessiveness, jealousy, obsession and dark desires. As they navigate through their intense connection, Eunchal is drawn into a world where love is both a weapon and a curse, facing the consequences of her boyfriend's violent lifestyle. In this dark romance world, passion becomes a battlefield, where lust and loyalty clashes. Eunchal must decide how far she is willing to go for her love when faced with Jaeha's cruel nature and the dangerous enemies that threaten them to tear apart. With each thrust of their bodies and every whispered promise, Eunchal discovers the depths of her desire, pushing the boundaries and testing the limits of their devotion.
The rain fell softly, tapping against the window like a whisper. Eunchal sat at her desk and was immersed in her studies, surrounded by the light glow of her desk lamp. The clock on the wall ticked steadily, each second was a reminder of her daily routine. As a college student, she takes her classes and she dreams of her bright future.
With a long sigh, she pushed her textbooks aside and stood, stretching her arms over her head. She stares out of the window, watching droplets dripping on the glass. The university campus looked still, but she longed for something more like a thrill, an escape from her ordinary life.
That evening, a friend invited her to a local bar, known for its vibrant nightlife and a lot crowd. Eunchal hesitated at first. She wasn't interested in parties. However, her curiosity won over her personality, and she agreed to join.
As they entered the bar, the music goes through the air, vibrating against her skin. Eunchal's eyes widened at the sight of the colorful lights dancing above the crowd. The atmosphere was electric, filled with laughter and chatter. She felt out of the place, but the excitement was on its peak.
Her friend led her to a corner table, where they ordered drinks. Eunchal tried to relax, but her eyes kept drifting towards the bar. That's when she saw him, Jaeha. He stood there, tall and confident, releasing an aura that demanded attention. His dark hair fell just above his sharp eyes, and a smirk played on his lips as he chatted with a group of friends. There was something magnetic about him, a dangerous charm that pulled her in.
Eunchal felt her heart race. She couldn't take her eyes away from him. It was as if time had stopped, and the noise around her faded into the air. Just then, their eyes met, and an electric jolt passed through her body. She quickly looked away, feeling a blush creep on her cheeks.
"Who is that?" she asked her friend, trying to sound casual. Her friend leaned in, a teasing smile on her face. "That's Jaeha. He's a part of the mafia. They say he's ruthless but incredibly charming. You shouldn't get too close; it can be dangerous."
Eunchal's heart pounded in her chest. Dangerous? That only added to his charm. Despite her better judgment, she felt an attraction towards him. As the night progressed, she was still stealing glances in his direction, and each time, their eyes would lock, sending her pulse quicken.
Suddenly, a loud commotion erupted from the other side of the bar. Eunchal turned to see a group of bad men arguing, their voices growing louder. The crowd was shifted, tension filling the air. Jaeha stepped forward, his presence was commanding. Eunchal watched as he confronted the instigators, his body calm.
In that moment, Eunchal realized she was captivated, not just by his looks but by his aura of power. The chill of danger wrapped around her. She had always been the good girl, the one who followed the rules, but here was an opportunity to step outside her comfort zone.
As the argument dies down, Jaeha glanced her way again. This time, his eyes was locked onto her. Eunchal felt her breath hitched in her throat. Something was different about it.
Eunchal's heart raced as Jaeha's eyes dig into her. She felt a mixture of fear and excitement, an intoxicating blend that sent shivers in her chest. She didn't know what it was about him, but she feels as if fate had conspired to bring them together in this very moment.
Her friend nudges her. "Eunchal, are you okay? You're staring!" "Uh, yeah, I'm fine," she glanced away. The warmth of embarrassment flooded through her cheeks. Yet, her curiosity about Jaeha was growing. Who was this man who commanded attention with a mere glance?
As the night wore on, the bar began to fill with more people, the atmosphere was buzzing with laughter and music. Eunchal tried to enjoy herself, but her mind keeps going back to Jaeha. She stole glances, watching him laugh with his friends, his presence was radiating with confidence. It was impossible to ignore how every move he made seemed to draw her in deeper.
Eventually, her friend decided it was time to hit the dance floor. Eunchal followed her, unsure of her own rhythm but eager to escape her thoughts. The music enveloped her, and she swayed awkwardly at first. Yet, with each beat, she began to loosen up, letting the music guide her movements.
Suddenly, she felt a presence behind her. Eunchal turned, and there was Jaeha, standing just a few feet away, his eyes were locked onto hers. The world around them faded into the background, the music was coming into a soft melody just for them. With a confident move, Jaeha approached, his gaze was unwavering. "You dance like you're afraid of something," he said with a teasing smile on his lips.
Eunchal's heart pounded in her heart as she searched for words. "I'm just... getting the hang of it," she replied, trying to sound casual, though her voice was awkward.
"Maybe I can help you with that," he offered, stepping closer, the space between them changed with unspoken tension.
Before she could respond, he extended his hand towards her. Something deep within her tells her to take it. She hesitated first before placing her hand in his, feeling the warmth of his skin against hers.
Jaeha lead her to the center of the dance floor, where the lights twinkle above like stars. He moved with a natural grace, and Eunchal was mirroring his movements, their bodies swaying in the song.
As they danced, his hands settled on her waist, firm yet gentle, building a fire within her. Eunchal's breath stuck as she felt his body close to hers. And the was heat radiating from Jaeha's body.
"You've got it right," he said, his voice low. "I knew you had it in you."
Eunchal felt confidence in her, her nervousness slowly melts away under his stares. "Thanks. I guess I just needed the right partner." His smile deepened, eyes glowing with mischief. "Oh, I'm definitely the right partner for you."
A chill shot through her at his words. Could he really be interested in her? The thought was both exciting and terrifying. Just as she began to lose herself in the moment, she noticed a group of men at the bar watching them with interest, their expressions were a mix with amusement.
Eunchal's heart raced as the tension shifted. Jaeha has sense it too; he tightened his grip on her waist, his expression was becoming serious. "Don't let them get to you," he whispered, leaning closer so only she could hear. "Just focus on me."
His breath brushed against her ear which was warm. In that instant, Eunchal knew she has gotten deep and entangled in a web of danger and desire.
To be continued...
In the bustling heart of Toronto, where ambition meets desire, Léa Montclair, an independent and cunning assistant, has always known her place in the corporate world. But when she becomes the unexpected wife of the enigmatic and strong-muscled CEO, Julien Devereux, her life takes a thrilling turn. Their marriage, initially a strategic alliance, blossoms into a passionate dance of teasing and flirty banter. However, their whirlwind romance is overshadowed by secrets that threaten to unravel their happiness. With office politics, hidden agendas, and unexpected rivals lurking around every corner, Léa must navigate the treacherous waters of love and ambition. Will their relationship survive the challenges of the corporate world, or will it become just another casualty of power struggles? Get ready for a captivating tale of romance, suspense, and self-discovery, where love is the ultimate prize.
It was supposed to be a marriage of convenience, but Carrie made the mistake of falling in love with Kristopher. When the time came that she needed him the most, her husband was in the company of another woman. Enough was enough. Carrie chose to divorce Kristopher and move on with her life. Only when she left did Kristopher realize how important she was to him. In the face of his ex-wife’s countless admirers, Kristopher offered her 20 million dollars and proposed a new deal. “Let’s get married again.”
My name is Katia, and I am just trying to survive until my fated mate arrives. Which may be easier said than done. Rejectection is the last straw. Whispering my acceptance of his rejection. I run through the pack house, out across the manicured lawn into the forest. "I'm sorry, my sweet girl," I say to my wolf. I'm sorry you have been stuck with me and have had to suffer everything I have. She whispers," it's not your fault, Katia. We came to a cliff with a waterfall. The hurt keeps pounding at me. I need it to stop. My sweet girl, and I just want peace, I keep running and leap off the cliff. Spreading my arms wide, with tears streaming down my face, I fall, not making a sound, waiting for sweet oblivion where we feel nothing ever again. "I love you, my sweet girl! Until we meet again, "My wolf replied just before we hit the water, "I love you too, Katia. I have never regretted a moment with you." The Snow Moon pack is having their last barbecue of the summer next to the waterfall on their land. The adults are laughing and joking while watching the pups play. The alpha, beta, and gamma are swimming with some of the older children and playing a game of Marco Polo. Someone yells, "Oh my goddess, someone just jumped over the waterfall!" Everyone is frozen as they watch what looks to be a child falling arms spread wide, no one makes a sound. The small body hits the water like a plane crashing into the side of a mountain. The alpha, beta, and gamma, spring into action, swimming towards the area the person went under. The alpha is screaming his wolf is going crazy repeating, "Find her. Find her...find her!" They dive and the beta surfaces with a small person in his arms. Alpha takes the girl from his beta, laying her on the ground. The men are shocked by what they see. She is covered in scars and injuries. Her body is twisted and broken. The Beta asks, "Who could have done this to someone so defenseless?" Alpha drops to his knees, repeating, "MATE...MATE...MATE!"
Two years ago, Ricky found himself coerced into marrying Emma to protect the woman he cherished. From Ricky's perspective, Emma was despicable, resorting to underhanded schemes to ensure their marriage. He maintained a distant and cold attitude toward her, reserving his warmth for another. Yet, Emma remained wholeheartedly dedicated to Ricky for more than ten years. As she grew weary and considered relinquishing her efforts, Ricky was seized by a sudden fear. Only when Emma's life teetered on the edge, pregnant with Ricky's child, did he recognize-the love of his life had always been Emma.
"I, Riccardo Saviano, future Alpha of the Grey Shadow Moon Pack, reject you, Artemisia Guerrieri, Daughter of Alpha Franco of the Blood Moon Pack, as my mate and future Luna." One single sentence. One stupid single sentence was all it took to disintegrate my life. And the day of my birthday, on which this sentence was audaciously uttered to me, I lost the love of my life, my future mate, and my wolf, all at once. As I'm still assembling the pieces of my shattered heart years later, there they come. Like lightning out of a crystal blue sky. My Mates. But wait... If I am mated to triplets, how come I'm about to be mated to 5 gorgeous men? *** TW: explicit and foul language; spicy content; explicit sex scenes ***
Belinda thought after divorce, they would part ways for good - he could live his life on his own terms, while she could indulge in the rest of hers. However, fate had other plans in store. "My darling, I was wrong. Would you please come back to me?" The man, whom she once loved deeply, lowered his once proud head humbly. "I beg you to return to me." Belinda coldly pushed away the bouquet of flowers he had offered her and coolly replied, "It's too late. The bridge has been burned, and the ashes have long since scattered to the wind!"
Kallie, a mute who had been ignored by her husband for five years since their wedding, also suffered the loss of her pregnancy due to her cruel mother-in-law. After the divorce, she learned that her ex-husband had quickly gotten engaged to the woman he truly loved. Holding her slightly rounded belly, she realized that he had never really cared for her. Determined, she left him behind, treating him as a stranger. Yet, after she left, he scoured the globe in search of her. When their paths crossed once more, Kallie had already found new happiness. For the first time, he pleaded humbly, "Please don't leave me..." But Kallie's response was firm and dismissive, cutting through any lingering ties. "Get lost!"